Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘two’

20140225

In aphorism, tale on 20140226 at 11:06

《What Is, What Wills》

Once upon the deep, dwelled two pairs of seafaring lovers.

Both lived rather normal lives aboard their ships on the sea, full of ups and downs, as anyone would expect to see upon the sea.

On calm seas, both pairs made love with the illimitable passion of lovers held at bay.

But the sky does what a sky wills, and so oft brewed blackened clouds with the inevitable unknown beyond. It was in these times that the difference between the lovemakers was never more lucid.

For when the storms blew in, as only a fool could deny the inevitability of, the seasoned couple ceased their lovemaking, wisely understanding their lovemaking to be powerless against warding off the mighty storm. To them, worry was a more worthy and more rewarding charm.

The other couple continued to make love like only reckless lovers knew, much to the chagrin of the other lovers. And it was true that the lovers’ lovemaking did nary a thing to make the storm go away, to shorten the waves, or to lessen the impact.

Also true was it, that the cessation of the other lovers’ lovemaking neither did anything to encourage the passing of the storm.

For a truth is a truth as is a sail a sail. Wisdom lies in wielding a truth, not simply holding a truth.

For in the end, to the common eye, it was plain to see that lovemaking -and its lack thereof- had absolutely nary a thing to do with the coming of the storm, the size of the storm, nor the passing of the storm.

With the passing of a storm, what remained for the eye to see was but two sets of lovers at sea and two kinds of love as they so fit to see.

One, a weakened bond of fair weather lovers, who made love only when the sea was calm, losing only the opportunity to love each other through and so weather a storm together.

The other, a strengthened bond between the lovers, who made love without regard to a storm (or was it very much with regard to the storm?), losing only themselves in each other whether or not came the weather.

For a storm is what only a storm wills, and love is only what love wills.

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20121024

In aphorism, proverb, question, quote, rumination on 20121024 at 23:57

To screw the system so as to save yourself, or to screw yourself so as to save the system? Says 91+ years of wisdom, without hesitation, “Screw the system [and save yourself.” For a broken system is not often a system worth saving, and by saving yourself, you will more importantly reinvent the system anew. Lo, the system worth saving may ask for your sacrifice, but never to screw yourself. Not ever.

Condone a system or create a system.

Words of wisdom are easier philosophized than realized.

It isn’t for fear of the unknown that we fear death, it is for fear of losing the present that we fear not living.

The Uneducated and the Ignorant are beasts of two different orders.

Order ranks below class.

Constructive criticism is a compliment to the wise, a complaint to the fool.

20120513

In aphorism, proverb on 20120513 at 23:57

bystander:
noun; one who stands by [something], and thus condones [something], even supports [something].

A foolish argument is grounded in a foundation of desperation.

The fool praise the light, but live by the darkness.

The only way to fight evil is to not join it, not contribute to it.

The fool trust not those without intention to convert, confusing conversion for conviction.

The fool ask ‘How to conquer those who threaten us?’, not facing the reality of their contribution.

Who is without a weapon is feared only by the fool.

Defenseless, the fool become defensive.

Defense, by any other name, is offense.

Where some fool are critical, other fool are insecure.

Where two side against one, is strength only but numbers, is weakness only but elsewhere.

The fool seek not to hear, with a defense of listening.

The fool have ears, but do not hear; have eyes, but do not see; have hearts, but do not feel.

Resolution led by a moderator is not a resolution of two.

The fool don’t the best they can, the wise do the best they can’t.

Seize wisdom from the depths, net ignorance from the shallows.

The fool adjudge assumptions, the wise consider intentions.

Criticism that negates compliments exposes false compliments; criticism that complements compliments  reveals true compliments.

Forever to be trusted, are the fool and their fallacy.

Sooner an apology to be forgiven than the innocent to be spared.

The fool hear with ears that deceive.

Where fault lies, a defense is readied. Where understanding lies, an offense is unnecessary.

Do plumbers have pipe dreams?

Sooner a parent to side with the other than with truth.

Wisdom is not without extent.

Perspective and understanding are but two sides of a multi-dimensional reality.

Concern falls as criticism to fool ears.

The fool have a defense for every criticism, an offense for every defense, a criticism for every offense.

Who is fool enough to fight logic with illogic, falls victim to his own weapon.

What time does not heal, memory must forgive.

No one judges more or less than the next -some admit it, others deny it.

A poor defense is as good as no defense.

The fool fail to fathom the color beyond text, black and white.

20110714

In aphorism, proverb on 20110714 at 19:20

The fool live an illusion; the wise live a dream.

The fool fear only what he will lose by sharing, not realizing what is to be gained by giving.

The fool fear loss and so do not share, do not give, and so too, have no room to receive. The wise lose fear and so share, give freely, and so too, are unburdened and able to receive.

It is impossible to hold both compassion and anger in the same heart.

It takes but two to create a movement: one to start it, another to follow it.

For every seed that sprouts, the earth is never more the same.

20110221

In aphorism, proverb on 20110221 at 12:17

A dictatorship oppresses with directives commanded, a democracy suppresses with directives concealed.

A small potato only grows into a big potato.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, any more than two hates make a love.

20110127

In aphorism, proverb on 20110127 at 20:06

The door that never opens is not a door; with hinges rendered useless, it is but a wall.

The two-faced, ever with a spare, are destined to lose face.

If art is an expression of reality, perception is an interpretation of reality.

20110119

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20110119 at 12:49

Courage, not without the goading of desperation.

There are but two ways to display power: the power we give, the power we lose.

《On the Mathematics of Power》
The power of negation is seen in the struggle for power.
The power of subtraction is seen in the misuse of power.
The power of addition is seen in the joining of power.
The power of multiplication is seen in the giving of power.

20101117

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20101117 at 10:18

Short words are always long on feeling.

The art of accepting a compliment is humble denial.

A fool lavishes flattery, the wise bestow compliments.

One’s words are like stones, to be thrown at another or used to build another up.

One’s energy blows like the wind, destructively against a wall or constructively against a windmill.

A windmill rolls with the wind, not against it, and so exploits false opposition to gain true momentum.

Only with friction, does anything gain traction.

《on walls》
May any border, any wall constructed, be made with deliberation and great skill, such that when at last we soften to the wisdom of history and realize the foolishness that is cemented with each mortaring of every brick, we may retain and also preserve a symbol of foolishness overcome, to remind us that a wall should not divide two peoples, but span the divide -so as to join them.

20100430

In aphorism, proverb on 20100430 at 21:49

Intimate and Casual are incompatible lovers, traveling in equal speeds in opposing directions on a two-lane road between somewhere and nowhere.

20091110

In aphorism, proverb, rumination, tale on 20091111 at 01:28

In a land far away, in a time long ago, there was a man who had enough and had he not just enough, but to excess had he. His hours were long, his toils sincere, and his earnings quite dear. He ate well, he lived well, and he slept well. For this was a man with enough to spare and did he, with others share. For this, he was well regarded by his brethren, kin and neighbor, too. Even his foes kept a fond distance, for they were few and their character untrue, with only the cowardice of envy to spare. And so, the man slept well and he lived well.

It was common in those times, as in times now, for like to live by like. And so it happened that in a dwelling nearby lived a second man, well to do as he was. This man, too, had more than enough, enough even to excess. He ate well and he lived well, but he did not sleep well. Though his hours were likewise long, his toils were not sincere. The wind hums in question, how were his earnings dear? With cunning and not without conniving, this second man pondered and plotted his hours away. He left his toils to others near, that they may have reason not to stray. And stray they did not, their fear keeping them near. His foes were neither few and ever nearer they drew. Respect for this man fell away; in its place, stood only their contempt. And so, the second man, though he lived seemingly well, did not sleep so well.

It was true in those times, as in times now, that where a mountain stands tall, a valley lays nearby. And so it were that a third man lived not so far from the first and second men. But though he ate well enough, he did not live well and he did not sleep well. His toils were many and his hours even more. And whilst he would utter not such words, it was for the second man that he toiled so. Neither foe had he, nor friends with which to be. His hours filled with anger true and one part angst, and toil alone did he. And so, the third man did not sleep well, because he did not live well.

It was inevitable in those days, as in days of now, that where the sun shines upon a tree, never the land below is a golden ray to see. And so there was a fourth man, who served below all the others. Of excess and its meaning he understood not, knowing it to be a thing only that he lacked. His toil was not much, his time of rest neither more. For his hours were long and he never knew when, if, it would end. Foes he had not; for nothing did they fear nor more was there to envy dear. Friends were likewise few, too afraid of filth to stand even near. He ate not well, and by no man’s standard did he live well. But he did sleep well. With little to weigh him down and not a regret to hold him back, only the night was his friend, ever to return and always to keep him until the morn. And so, the fourth man did not live well, but he slept so very well.

With a heavy heart do we toil away what otherwise would we idle, or with light heart shall we rest when the day has met its end and bids farewell the eve.

This story of four men is but a tale of two: two ways to eat, two ways to sleep, and keeping true –there are but two ways to live.